This is a song about "Jacobs mam"

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I'm going insane throwing death adders from jacobs ladder,

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Scattered from hell to jacobs ladder,

And i ain't frontin for her